I’m sure many people who read this blog want to give me a slap. It’s quite something to see yourself online and get the same feeling. Look at this smug young local businessman collecting his new-age prize* in his tailored pinstripe jacket set off by his smart-but-casual, v-necked, clingy sweater of indeterminate sexual orientation and his unpatriotically white teeth. If you scroll down a bit you can see him doing his token ethnic thing at the bar. Does he need to feel the sting of a wet salmon around the chops or what?
Hi! I’m Damian! Could I interest you in your own photography shoot?!
*UPDATE: It was a prize draw so I didn’t even do anything to deserve it.
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Of what was your prize in recognition? More importantly…Did you pull?
Sorry, just viewed the link and now have another question: Did you wrestle Sarah Turner for her vastly more valuable prize?
It’s that picture of the smart-ass kid with Mrs T that got me.
It was a lottery so it was in recognition of my business card being more pleasing to the touch than those of my fellow attendees.
Is David Blunkett a libertarian?
I swapped with Louise Swan, remember?
Surely you can’t mean this one?
Gah! I bet that bow-tie had elastic in it, didn’t it?
Wheres your tie, you scruffy Midlander.